In the Lusaka Suburb, there was a waterside manor where, at this moment, in one of the rooms, blood-curdling screams like that of a slaughtering pig ceaselessly filled the air!

"Damn it! Be gentler! Fuck..."

With every gasping and frantic voice, the temperature in the room almost dropped to freezing point!

After a long while, the screaming slowly subsided, followed by heavy gasping!

Xue Wuheng lay on the sickbed, drenched in sweat, his body wrapped tight as a dumpling, his complexion ghostly pale!

"Young Master Wuhen, you have five broken ribs, a wound from your clavicle piercing through the chest cavity, and the most critical one is near your heart. A centimeter closer and you would've undoubtedly died!"

An elderly doctor in a white coat, now standing above the sickbed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, kept saying to Xue Wuheng:

"Besides, your hand tendons have been injured by a Needle, even if you recover, they won't be as flexible as before!"

Listening to the doctor's words, Xue Wuheng's expression grew uglier by the second; he had narrowly escaped death, with several wounds nearly fatal!

"This damn bastard!"

Thinking of that person, Xue Wuheng felt his heart tremble, his face filled with venomous resentment!

"Can I get out of bed and walk within three days?" Xue Wuheng asked the elderly doctor.

Upon hearing this, the doctor was startled at first, then he gave a wry smile and shook his head:

"Young Master Wuhen, forget three days, even in three months, you won't be able to get out of bed! Your injuries are too severe, surviving was your good fortune!"

The doctor's words made a fierce glint flash across Xue Wuheng's face. He immediately pulled a handgun from under the pillow and immediately pulled the trigger at the doctor!

Bang!

The scene was so sudden, the elderly doctor didn't even have time to react before his head exploded!

Watching him fall straight to the ground, eyes fixed in a gaze of confusion and frustration, Mod Lee, standing beside the sickbed, shuddered, with sweat flowing down his forehead!

"Hmph! A waste who can't even cure the sick, what use is there in keeping him!"

The deadly intent in Xue Wuheng's eyes nearly reached the heavens!

This was his first time being injured from childhood, and so severely at that!

"Cousin, you indeed have good skills!"

Xue Wuheng thought of the chase scene with Ye Feng and felt a rush of helplessness; it was like dealing with a madman, a monster!

If he couldn't eliminate him, Xue Wuheng feared he wouldn't sleep at night!

"Lee, is Asura ready?" Xue Wuheng asked Mod Lee at this moment.

"Young Master, Asura is already prepared. He is waiting outside the room now!" Mod Lee hurriedly replied respectfully, but a hint of hesitation flashed across his expression as he finished speaking:

"Young Master, Luo Cha is likely already dead. If Asura also perishes with that man, both your right-hand men in the Blood Family will be lost!"

Hearing this, Xue Wuheng also hesitated for a moment, but then his expression turned resolutely firm:

"No matter what, that man must die, even if it costs the lives of Luo Cha and Asura, it's worth it!"

In Xue Wuheng's eyes, Ye Feng was now his arch-nemesis. Given the terrifying strength Ye Feng now possessed, if he were to be brought back to the Blood Family, he would likely be positioned as the next Family Head!

This was something Xue Wuheng could not accept!

Seeing Xue Wuheng's resolved mind, Mod Lee dared not persuade further. He simply exited the room, then brought in the man in black.

The man in black was extremely pale at that moment, his forehead covered with dense cold sweat, as if he had just recovered from a severe illness.

After he entered, he gave Xue Wuheng a deep look, filled with unwillingness and a hint of venomous resentment!

…

One day later!

At the Lusaka International Airport, a taxi slowly came to a stop, and Ye Feng stepped out from inside the car!

By this time, he had changed into a new set of clothes, and his recovery ability was unnaturally strong—his shoulder wound had almost completely healed.

Ye Feng glanced at Lusaka and couldn't help but shake his head. Finding Xue Wuheng, who had escaped, was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At the moment, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart; he needed to rapidly strengthen his own forces. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle the Blood Family.

With this thought, Ye Feng immediately headed towards the inside of the airport.

Around 12 noon, a flight slowly took off from Lusaka International Airport.

While in the economy class of the plane, Ye Feng sat by the window, and for some reason, he always had a bad feeling.

This feeling was strange. Ever since the plane had taken off, this ominous premonition grew stronger, as if something bad was about to happen!

"Damn it!"

Ye Feng shook his head. This unknown sensation made his heart flutter, and he immediately stood up and headed towards the restroom.

As he walked, Ye Feng's gaze continuously swept over all the passengers in the cabin, trying to pinpoint the source of his ominous feeling.

He believed in his sixth sense, honed from years at the edge of life and death—it couldn't be wrong!

However, even after Ye Feng had scanned all the customers along the way, he still couldn't find the source of the danger.

"Sir, do you need help? We've just flown past the Maldives, and up ahead is the Malacca Strait," said an air hostess, approaching Ye Feng with enthusiasm after noticing his unusual behavior.

The air hostess was very pretty, providing a very comfortable feeling at first glance, and Ye Feng immediately asked,

"Have you seen any unusual passengers on the plane? Or is there anything wrong with the crew?"

Ye Feng's heart was growing more anxious, and he quickly asked the air hostess.

Unusual passengers?

The air hostess was taken aback and then gave Ye Feng a strange look—you're the unusual passenger, aren't you?

"Sir, there are no unusual passengers on board! The plane might go through some turbulence as it passes through the clouds shortly, so please return to your seat," she said.

Ye Feng lightly shook his head at her words and then walked straight through the economy class towards first class.

"Wait, sir, you can't go there!"

The air hostess tried to stop him, but Ye Feng wasn't listening. When he scanned first class, his frown deepened.

Because here, he still couldn't find the source of the danger.

All the passengers looked at Ye Feng with confusion, not understanding what was going on with him.

The air hostess's face looked very unpleasant, as she stood in front of Ye Feng and firmly said,

"Sir, please return to your seat now. If there is any problem, you can tell our flight crew, and we will help you resolve it."

Listening to the air hostess's words, Ye Feng felt even more irritable, and just then, the door to the cockpit opened, and a pilot slowly walked out!

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